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Cherry

Mistaken love

Not sure about this

Heart Splitting

Give them strength, as this day unfolds Not all dreams are made of gold Sunlight needles my windowpane I hope to God they won't be shamed Blue skies, butterflies, autumn leaves fall

Love and Life

You are the reason that I live, Keeping you happy is my single biggest motive. You make me laugh, you make me cry, You are the person to whom I never lie. Life is beautiful when you are around,

CYCLIC.

Know life's imperative.

GONE

Haiku

THE STORY OF BADGER, THE LAMB WITH ATTITUDE

There now is a photo -- well, at least a link to a photo

SILK PRISON

Japanese Poetry

HAIKU - SENSATIONS

* HAIKU * SENSATIONS A storm approaching Black clouds on the horizon, shedding tears and pain. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Dance On Fire - Chapter 04

Back at the hotel, Pete lay naked in bed, smoking a spliff and drinking Californian red wine from the bottle. He was watching Suzy packing her things away, ready for the morning.
Cherry

Losing It

Losing your faith is not like losing your favourite scarf or your mother's brooch. (The one with the golden peacock feathers.)

Back to Box Hill - Chapter One

A young socialphobe and Jane Austen fan believes he may have killed his neighbour, an old widow.

It was always her garden...

A life-long love...

Old Man

About an old man

A LONDON FAREWELL - 15th December 2006

This is by far the most difficult rhyming scheme I have ever attempted - this poem was nearly 3 years in the making, i hope you think it was worth it

Dream

The sun is shining in my heart, fresh with a kiss for you. Your eyes sparkle like stardust as we touch each other's hand. We wait;staring into the void; Understanding our fate.

ON PREVENTING TERROR STRIKES

It's amazing how much press a story can be given, without much intelligent analysis being put before the public.

water

Water, water! Without which we cannot live Nor can we breath It comes in our lives first To quench our thirst Water, water! Life in our ocean it brings In which we swim Exhilaration is water

This.

10 poems from my published book, "This." 1464 words, quick read.

London

High summer 6am on a Sunday morning Centre of London Sun low in the sky Lightly glows with euphoric anticipation Streets empty Silence... “This city is mine” I whisper... Silence...
Cherry

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 6 - I Don't Like Crowds.

I looked up my psuedo family today on Facebook. They were ALL there! Margaret is alive still. She must be 79 years old. John is alive too - her 2nd husband, and both my "sisters" and their kids!

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